The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1887-11-28

smoke or the bate, destroying Une Dupole
reputation from the lannon's mouth. Few
| months ago there was a report that MI
Dana had very courteously rendered
| Mr.. Pulitzer the use of his private box at
the METROPOLITAN Opera House on the occa-
sion of a particularly crowded house, but
if this incident actually occurred it was some
time previous to the election fight, and now
there seems to be genuine personal feeling,
especially on one side, and the two editors
hardly speak as they pass by. Still it need
excite little surprise if there should prove
to be less personal animosity than might
be supposed after the recent bitter duel OF
words.
The rank and file of the two papers main
| tanned pleasant relations all through the
! fight. Reporters are like soldiers on picket
| line. 1t would be childish TO quarrel with
the pickets of the enemy simply because
they are attached to different forces and be-
cause their chiefs are trying to checkmate
| each other on the field. Gen. Grant, like
every other General, knew that his plckets
| fraternized with those of the enemy, and he
himself once received a very respectful salute
from the Confederate guard after they had
ascertained who he was from the Union
| pickets. When it comes to actual work,
reporters will strain every nerve to beat
| each other, but in off hours, or when they
are, as it were, merely ON the picket line,
| like the soldiers who exchanged whisky and
| tobacco, each side leaving their arms
against a tree, they fraterniZe, exchange
compliments, good natured or derlslVe,
drink together, and to the casual beholder,
seem the best of friends, as indeed they are
in many instances.
Editors laugh over the shots they give
and receive. In the days when the World
was owned by Manton Marble, and the
gifted Ivory Chamberlain was its chief edi-
torial writer, the paper often contained the
fiercest invective against the Tribune as
well as the most caustic personal criticism
of Mr.. Greeley, and yet Mr.. Chamberlain
and Mr.. Greeley were personal friends
There was never a more pathetic la
ment, never a more remarkable editorial,
than that which Mr.. Chamberlain wrote
for the World on the death of
Mr.. Greeley, a wild outburst of grief,
a touching revelation of self-reproach
for not having more deeply sympathized
with Mr.. Greeley on the death of his wife
and in his other sore trials--the manly grief
and tears in print of one of the most schol-
arly of editors taking the reader into his
confidence in the momentary disregard of
editorial forms. And | believe it was the
attention which this remarkable editorial
attracted that led Mr.. James Gordon Ben
nett to retain Mr. Chamberlain for editorial
duties on the Herald at a salary of 81 900
month.
In the very hottest of the recent fight the
opposing managing editors of the sun and
the World would casually meet every
morning at about $50 or Just after the pa
pers had gone to press, and laugh over the
progress of the contest. The Press Club, in
Nassau street is a great resort of newspaper
men at about that hour There in the cafe
sat Col. Cockerill, a man of about the me-
dunn height, with gray eyes, refined and
handsome features, with character and abil
ity very clearly depicted thereon, cool in
temperament, but courteous in manner, a
natural leader, who likes foeman worthy
of his. steel He is refreshing himself
after hard days work with a bottle of
beer and some crackers and cheese. Near
by sits Chester S. Lord, tall, soldierly-look-
ing, with closely cropped hair and an impe-
RIAL clear blue eyes like his opponent, a
man of cool temperament keenly watching
every move on the newspaper chess-board,
ignoring it or checkmating it with good
natured laugh, and enjoying the fight huge
ly. He is slipping a single glass of gin and
milk and partaking of a chop, and in the
meantime exchanging compliments with his
adversary. Col Cockerill says:
"Well, Brother Lord, what is the latest
thumpm referring to the possible contents
of the forthcoming issue of the Sun. Or
Mr.. Lord says: "Well, Colonel, what do
you think of our latest gum Then there
l
such remarks as: THAT was good ohe, "'1
had to laugh at that" | congratulate you on
your splendid paper this morning, ave are
digging in the best we can" ''See what
we shall have about you people tomorrow"
Il know it will be good, Our amDuni-
ton has not given out" or similar remarks,
attended with shouts of laughter. The two
antagonists, after a pleasant conversation.
separate and the next dav their verbal
fb,,Vf chOly hn Of
York, and the reader would suppose these
two gentlemen would shoot each other at
sight. 1t suggests the story of the green
counhyman involved i'll law
suit who was lost in admiration of
his lawyers proves with the tongue.
Gosh all firelocks!" be exclaimed, ''didn't
my lawyer give it to that other one. Why
he took the hide right off him and hung it
on fence, but"-with a mystifed air
what knocked me into heap was to see
my lawyer go off arm in arm with the
other one and take drink together" SINH
larly it would have astonished some fierce
partisans to see these lawyer-lil1e journalists
exchanging compliments not merely after
the fight, but in the very midst of it.
Chester S. Lord managed the campaign
for the Sun with especial vigor from the
morning that Mr.. Dana came to him and
said: "You had better turn on the bat
Mr. Dana, white-haired, but as vigorous
mentally and physically as ever, would
come out into the large room occupied by
the managing editor, city editor and the
reporters together, and looking at Mr.
Lord with a quizzical smile, would say:
well, my boy, how are you getting on"
"Oh, we're keeping our end up" was the
laughing reply.
Chester S. Lord, who was in immediate
command of the san forces was born in
Romulus, Seneca county, N. ", where his
father was a Presbyterian clergyman, after
ward serving as fighting chaplain in the
civil war. Young Lord was graduated
from Hamilton College, wrote for the Utica
Herald in 1869, later became city editor of
the Oswego Advertiser. and in 1871 secured
position as a reporter on the Sun, from
which he has risen to his present post of
managing editor, being at the time of his
promotion only so years of age, the young
est man in that positio on any of the great
metropolitan journals.